Today is my first Mother’s Day as an official, bonafide mom. Â Naturally enough, I’ve spent a lot of the last year thinking about the kind of mom I want to be. Â And there’s really only one answer: Â one like my own.
Of course, I didn’t always know how good I had it. Â Case in point: when I was twelve, I wasn’t allowed to see PG-13 movies. Â My mom was all like, “Are you thirteen? Â No.” Â It was either G or PG for me, and nothing else (Hello, seven viewings of The Little Mermaid!).
Naturally, this left out a lotÂ of the stuff my friends wanted to see. Â It didn’t make me a pariah or anything, but I gather that it was something of a burden to attend the theater with me around this time. On one particular occasion, I wound up at a friend’s slumber party, where the evening’s entertainment was a video her mom had rented. Â A PG-13 video.
Reader, I did not know what to do. Â I didn’t want to spoil the party for host and guests alike. Â So I just sat there and guiltily watched the movie. Â Later, I told my mom about it, and she said that I should have just told the host’s mom that I wasn’t allowed to watch it.
This seemed wildly unreasonable to me at the time. Â I’ll be honest: Â it kinda still does.
But now that I’m an adult, I find it impossible to separate this sort of Â strict adherence to rulesâ€”which I found so irritatingâ€”from the strongly moral upbringing my mother gave meâ€”something I value more and more the older I get. Â I had no clue, as a kid, of exactly what I had in my mom. Â I didn’t get how much value she was giving me, or the fact that the kind of person she was would make me the kind of person I can honestly say I’m happy to be.
And now that I have a daughter of my own, I have some idea of how hard she worked at it. Â Happy Mother’s Day, Mom! Â I love you.